The silent style
The curls that pile

The smooth walk
The timid talk

Amber eyes, amber eyes
What do you seek?
What do you find?

Channel your energy through;
submit your soul, become new

Tight lips, separate and lift
releasing in a purposeful drift

What circles drive you?
This type of distance is new.

Incentive, preventive
stay away, come away

Wrists rest behind your head;
body submits parallel to the bed

Sunglasses still on your face-
shoes, jeans all in place

You welcome constant defeat.
Where do you go when you retreat?

You are submerged in your mind
waiting out, enduring time.

You are submerged
until amber and blue converge